Every light is easy to switch off, every cut flower soon dies without water. It turns into dust. I used to be a golden luminous flower. I used to be a black jonquil. I bit through its soul.
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Every light is easy to switch off, every cut flower soon dies without water. It turns into dust. I used to be a golden luminous flower. I used to be a black jonquil. I bit through its soul.
Website: bwawarszawa.pl
Email: [email protected]